Carolina Blue
There's something missing in the air tonight
that old rockingham moon knows just how to find
here i am a thousand miles away
there ain't nothing like you girl here in LA
chasing dreams and watching em' come true
everything is coming my way but you
but you
oh im carolina blue and im surely missing you
and those smokey mountain eyes when you made everything right
your voice gets me through the night
but its breaking my heart just to know you are missing me
girl thats whats keeping me carolina blue
you always talked about heading out west
taking our chances leaving everything else
standing here on this coast alone
i think about you leaves one way to go
come tomorrow we wont need a telephone
dont look for me here caue i'll be gone
well im coming home
cause im carolina blue
and im surely missing you and those smokey mountain eyes
when you made everything right
your voice gets me through the night
but its breaking my heart just to know you're missing me
girl thats whats keeping me carolina blue
till im back in your arms
there's only one thing to do
till the whole wide world is back
just me and you
oh im carolina blue
and im surely missing you and those
smoky mountain eyes when you made
everything right
your voice gets me through the night
but its breaking my heart just to know that you're missing me
girl thats whats keeping me carolina blue
hey hey yeah
carolina blue
yeah
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